The Making of 'The Italian Job'

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Hello.

Hello, sweetie.

Daddy.

It's early.

Yeah, I know.

I just wanted to let you know

I'm sending you something.

Mmm. Does it smell nice?

No,

but it's sparkly.

Does it have a receipt?

I'm sending it

to you from the store.

Why don't you just come by?

We'll have some breakfast, hmm?

Well, it'd be a long trip.

I'm in Venice.

With your parole officer's

approval, of course.

Well, I like the guy, Stella,

you know that,

but we never really connected.

So I think I've paid

my P.O. his last visit.

What are you into, Dad?

Don't break my heart.

You told me you were through.

After this I am, I swear to you.

Is Charlie there?

I'm on a cell phone, darling.

I'll call you tomorrow

from a land line.

I love you.

Go back to sleep. Bye.

D... Dad?

I love you, too.

I sent it.

You're supposed

to do your shopping

after we pull off the job.

I feel so optimistic.

So?

How do you feel?

I'm fine.

Fine?

You know what "fine"

stands for, don't you?

Yeah, unfortunately.

"Freaked out."

-"lnsecure."

-"Neurotic."

-And "Emotional."

-Good.

See those columns behind you?

What about them?

That's where they used

to string up thieves

who felt "fine."

Well... after you.

For after the haul.

Hope I get to fire it up.

Still no word

from the garbagemen?

No.

If they're no-shows,

three months of prep

down the tubes

and I dragged you out

of retirement for nothing.

Oh, this is fun.

I like this.

You've taken over the reins,

all the worries.

Me loosey-goosey,

just along for the ride.

I'm glad you're

enjoying yourself, John.

Just remember, a police boat

can get from the station

to our position in seven.

That means you got

four minutes to work your magic.

Now, you told me ten,

and you said I would have five.

When?

Do not be messing

with me right now, okay?

-I will kick your ass.

-Oh, yeah?

Come on, take your best shot.

Come on.

What? Uh-oh.

Come on.

Let's go.

What is it this time?

Da Vinci. Architect.

Engineer. Painter.

Yeah, fascinating.

Hey, look, look. Check this out.

"Learn the language of poetry,

art, romance, sex."

Unlike you, my friend,

I don't need a guidebook.

Can we go? Please?

Right, guv'nor.

Come along,

make yourself useful.

Untie that line.

Today.

Yeah.

Yeah, Gilligan.

If you don't mind.

-We set?

-Yeah. I've enhanced

the viewing matrix to track both

the Cartesian coordinates

and three altitude angles,

the yaw, pitch and roll

to give us

the exact position and

orientation of our baby.

We're in ltaly.

Speak English.

Steve, how we looking?

Papa took the boat to work at

Mama left with daughter

at 8:
30 for preschool as usual.

So for the next 45 minutes,

we own this place, gentlemen.

Still no word

from the garbagemen?

Hey, who got you

the beekeepers in Budapest?

They'll be there.

You can trust these guys.

Steve, how many times

do I have to tell you?

I trust everyone-- I just don't

trust the devil inside them.

We're in.

Just tell me where to paint.

Your men are still not

in position?

They will be.

Well, you don't know that,

Steve. We should abort.

I'm sorry, John, but I think

that's Charlie's call now.

Our baby's being taken

out of here tonight.

This is our only shot at it.

Charlie?

Keep going?

It's up to you, kid.

It's a go.

Okay, Steve.

From the west wall,

measure 14 feet, eight inches.

Got it.

Now measure

eight feet, five inches

from the north wall.

That's the northwest corner

of our baby.

Got it.

Well, it's right above you.

Now, paint.

Two feet, nine inches wide.

Two feet, five inches deep.

Okay, Left Ear.

You're up.

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